Skips

And so it goes.
Endless obscurity--
the path to imperceptible infidelity.
And wanting...junkie wanting.
Conundrum.
Or, if this is too close
at too particular a moment,
I may laugh
and shrug
and say "art, art, art."

Except that I have
memories,
and olfactory imprints,
and the skips
of older graceful records.